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“So this is what it’s come to, is it?” Canada sighed as he was bashed front up into the wall that surrounded the burning York. Somehow, even that sigh sounded like him, condescending and imperial.
“Would you just shut the fuck up and join me already?” America demanded, shoving harder on the collar of the other man’s shirt. “I’m tired of fighting you.”
“And here I thought it was merely a matter of marching,” Canada replied with a mocking wonder, not intimidated in the least. “Or, at least it probably would have been if your men knew anything about marching. C’est la vie, I suppose.”
America growled. “Like you have any right to talk. At least I’m free. You’re still taking orders from Britain.”
“And I’m winning. Fancy that.”
America had enough and spun the man around only to slug him across the jaw. The other man’s glasses flew off to land in the dirt.
“You call this winning? I’m burning your capital!” Even as he spoke, the sound of rioters, looters, and the occasional musket blast could still be heard amidst the crackling of burning wood. The ships in the harbour also added to the cacophony with the occasional cannon blast.
Finally, Canada’s blue eyes snapped up to his, the anger in them only enhanced by the almost eerie orange glow that illuminated them both. He drew his thumb over his lip, wiping away blood, then slid his tongue gingerly over the split. Drawing himself up straight, though, he pulled on that increasingly British disdainful expression, his lips turned up in a cold parody of a smile.
“Yes. But you can’t get to Kingston, can you?” Canada laughed, the sound almost as cold as one of his winters. “Maybe I should let you capture another missive about my thousands of Indians, so you can surrender here too.”
This time America didn’t pull his punch, and the resounding blow sent the other man sprawling onto the ground.
Whipping a rag out of his pocket, he tied the other man’s hands behind his back. Canada didn’t take that too well, and flipped over, struggling to get up.
“He gave you my land,” America accused, attempting to stomp on the prone man’s ribs, but the blond twisted away in time.
“I deserved it more than you,” Canada shot back, using his legs to take America’s out from under him. The man fell to the ground, swearing.
“Like hell,” America spat, feeling as though the situation was rapidly spiralling out of control. He needed to remind Canada exactly who was the stronger force, no matter who was England’s favourite at the time being.
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